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        ❝ are you sure? ❞ she feels vaguely guilty, just the barest hint of it curling in her belly, because she knows america has big, universe-saving things to do, and sitting here with layla must be way down on her priority list. or maybe it’s a good break. or maybe, just maybe, layla’s overthinking this, as she does with everything.  ❝ i don’t want to take you away from, like, superheroing. is that a word? but on the plus side, i have cake? ❞

was she sure? america’s lips twist, red mouth forming an amused smile.     ❛   mas que. i think the world can handle surviving without my fists for a couple of hours. ❜     she loved her gig, and loved doing what she did, and two years ago she would never have entertained the thought of relaxing and hanging out with others over trying to solve the current or next problem. but this earth had changed her. suddenly, she had friends. and for once   — she didn’t mind the idea of it. grossly sappy feelings aside, it was … nice.     ❛  besides, helping out friends usually has more perks. caso en punto : cake.  ❜